An Old Fool Who Refuses to Act His Age

The long journey had drained Shui Bing'er's Soul Power, leaving her lips slightly chapped, but her eyes remained bright.

There really was a lioness hidden here.

As the glow of Soul Skills lit up atop the city walls once more, she had already crossed the last low ridge. Beneath her feet lay the only official land route leading to Canghai City. The road was empty, and beyond it stood the city walls.

She could clearly see people on the walls—many people. Soul Skill lights flickered, while the sounds of a zither and battle cries drifted over on the sea breeze.

The loose stones beneath her feet slipped, but she did not bother steadying herself and quickened her pace toward the city gates.

Farther away, two people stood watching.

Ning Rongrong stood beside Gu Rong, rising onto her tiptoes to look into the distance.

As the young mistress of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, she naturally knew something of those Rogue Cultivators who had once shaken the Soul Master world.

Moreover, since she and Gu Rong had turned back midway, they naturally knew exactly how many Soul Masters were in the city.

It could not be called densely packed, nor was it comparable to Spirit City, but compared to Heaven Dou City, there were certainly no fewer of them.

"Bone Grandpa..." Ning Rongrong tugged at Gu Rong's sleeve. "Aren't we going to help?"

Gu Rong shook his head, his tone carrying a hint of emotion. "Not today. Canghai City is using its own way to announce its return to the entire continent. This is the battle that will establish their city. If outsiders interfere, it will only diminish their prestige. Besides, the favor Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect owes them will be worth more if we save it for later